Yo- could I get a cold beverage
I need some leverage
Its sunny outside
Some lemonade would be nice
Or a sprite through the drive through
At b.k. yo Ill buy girl a drink
But girls got to pay
On the front porch I got
Some iced tea
If you like a taste of tea
Then come along with me
Its martini time
Yeah yeah feeling golden
Bring your own beverage
Just make sure its cold

I like cold beverage

Give me frosty mug
Filled with a&w
If you got ice cream
Make it a double scoop
Milkshake at the fountain
Really good sounding
Chocolate egg cream

Yo, Im champ cherry pounding
Caught a chill vibe
Orange juice in my ride
Wawas to the right
They got a beverage inside
Dig me a hot coffee
Fill it up with ice
Watermelons like drink
Please fix me a large slice
Summertime is cool the heat is getting old
Yeah Ill get a beverage
Just make sure its cold

I like cold beverage

When Im fishing
Lets keep one thing clear
The baits over there
The brews right here
Two six packs and a big bag of ice
Didnt even catch a bite
But the brew tasted nice
Back to the bar
Strawberry daiquiris and a colada
I need a whole lotta them
Fruit drinks to catch me a buzz
I must tell you Im the
Cool aid kid
Before you serve my drink
Please stick it in the fridge

I like cold beverage_________________"Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life."
-Solid Jackson (From Jingo, by Terry Pratchett)

My colleague Finig's review of Wolfmother when they played Splendour In The Grass earlier this year

Quote:

I wasn't even planning on seeing these demi-gods of rock. I intended to skulk out at the forest rave for the remaining few hours of the festival, but a chance encounter with certain hipsters convinced me to follow them to a different stage, and to get there we had to pass by WOLFMOTHER.

the first thing I heard was an organ solo - but no ordinary organ solo. this was a solo consisting of no fewer than THREE NOTES being played OVER AND OVER at a MEDIUM TEMPO. Already my jaw had dropped. But this was nothing compared to what was to come:

There was a moment's silence, broken only by the shrill squeal of the fans, and then the hammering THUD of a POWER CHORD. The sheer mighty force of this primeval rock explosion nearly threw me back into the nearest food stall, especially when the modern Hendrix began playing with the REVERB. As the note wobbled into the distance, summoning up images of an epic battle between good and evil on the fields of Gondor, a mighty voice intoned seven words which would change my life:

"It's time for Wolfmother to get heavy."

What could this mean? What unholy forces were about to be unleashed? Surely not - no - but yes - the last thing any of us expected - a bass guitar and some drums!

The rest of my party imagined that my reaction was in some way the result of the pills, the 2CB and the marijuana, but the truth was far more simple: Wolfmother had spoken to me, and I was to become one of their pack.

Sadly, my companions dragged me away before I could get us all beaten up by the swarms of Wolfmother fans, who mistakenly took my hysterical laughter as derision aimed at their fluffy haired idols. Since returning to my computer, I have downloaded and filled in the adoption forms, and I am now preparing to mail them to Wolfmother with a letter asking them to be my new legal guardians.

eyup_________________Once, at a local NOW meeting where I was the only male among about a dozen women, a feminism trivia contest was held. I came in third.